It does occur to Jim that McCoy's including himself, but it's not an objection taking root in his mind (and, if he is honest about it, his heart). There's a certainty there, yes, his friend will always be there. But there's something else there, too, a quiet, small sort of hope. Almost a longing.

He can't explain it and he sure as hell can't support it; he's not sure where it's coming from or that he's even being reasonable in thinking it. He pushes the thought aside.

"Thank you."